TESSA.
My head was pounding. The kind of pounding that made my skull feel too tight for my brain. I groaned and pressed my hand against my forehead, trying to open my eyes.
The light was too bright. The room was unfamiliar.
It wasn’t my room. The ceiling was higher, the bed was bigger, and the air smelled faintly of cologne and soap. My stomach twisted as last night’s memories started piecing themselves together, the club, the music, the drinks, the laughter. And then nothing.
I sat up quickly, panic shooting through me.
“What the hell—” I muttered, then froze when I looked down.
I was wearing a shirt. Not mine. A large, white one that hung loosely over my thighs. It was clearly Jaxson’s. My heart skipped. My face burned.
He didn’t.
He wouldn’t—
“Are you kidding me?” I whispered u
